| Zaytoven
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| Yeah
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| What’s happening, Zay?
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| I never
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| It’s your boy, Soulja
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| Fuck it, let’s go
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| Turn up
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| Gold gold gold
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| Gold gold gold
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| My neck and wrist, gold
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| My whip and bitch, gold
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| My chain and shit, gold
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| My neck and wrist, gold
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| Gold gold gold
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| Yeah fuck nigga, everything I’m rocking gold
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| Versace on my pinky, and you know that shit gold
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| Diamonds in my, and you know that shit froze
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| Smoking on this kush, and it from the northpole
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| You the type of nigga get a meal, won’t leave a tip on the table
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| Hit the block, pistol on my hip
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| Versace my neck and Versace my ring, Bugatti my whip, and Bugatti my chain
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| Gold on my neck and it’s gold on my lense, it’s gold on my neck when I’m
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| standing on stage
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| Got so many whips keep falling
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| Nigga hit the block and I’m instantly balling
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| 40 for the club when I’m in New York, got Lean on Lean, got bottles on bottles
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| Bad bitch with me want Molly on Molly
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| Molly on Molly falling out the Bugatti
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| When I step in the party, I’m yelling «damb shawty»
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| Gold gold gold
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| Gold gold gold
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| My neck and wrist, gold
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| My whip and bitch, gold
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| My chain and shit, gold
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| My neck and wrist, gold
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| Gold gold gold
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| Gold on my finger, 3 bricks, Danny Granger
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| Versace my shirt and my shoes, but a young nigga still stay with a banger
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| Try me if you want, we’ll hang you like a hanger
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| Call up the plug with the birds in the anker, you can call me Kurt Anger
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| Call Soulja, got the yoppa that’ll bust you like a cobra
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| Call Takeoff, got the bonds and the gass like adolf
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| Gold Ruger blade face off
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| Hundreds of bands on the table, sippin the syrup with no maple
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| Chain got my neck hurt, disabled
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| Word around the streets, Takeoff got a gold mansion
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| I just put them gold bricks in the gold cannon
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| Plug with the street, we connect just like a
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| I’m black Luie V, like I jumped out a caskit
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| I pull up Mercedes, I’m whippin up babies
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| I call up the plug, he in Hady
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| Yu know I got Hannah Montana, I play with them keys like a piano
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| Taking a trip to Tiwana, Versace Madusa
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| Gold gold gold
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| Gold gold gold
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| My neck and wrist, my chain and ice
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| Young federal, that’s how i live my life
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| Gold gold gold
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| Soulja, Migos
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| Neck and wrist, young federals, bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold, artist - Soulja Boy. Album song Follow The Swag, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп